I smile faintly, and we both eat in silence for a few moments.
“Are you okay?” I ask him after a bit, and he nods.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, you just seem off today. If my being here while the guys are in town is causing you stress or something, then I can leave. I’m sure I can stay with Cameron and Davis, or one of the other guys,” I tell him, his eyes flash with anger.
“You belong here with me. You’re not going anywhere,” he says firmly, and I nod, not wanting to argue when I’ve obviously upset him.
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
We finish eating in silence and I try to ignore how my body heats at being close to him. He finishes before me and stands to wash his dishes. When I move to join him, he drops his plate like he’s been burned and backs toward the door.
“I’m going to go take a look around the property,” he says in a rush before he practically bolts out the back door.
I watch him go, feeling hurt, and I notice that he left his coat behind. I grab it, rushing after him.
As I step out onto the back porch, my mouth drops open, and I freeze.
Gunner is at the tree line, and I was going to call out for him, but before I can, he strips off his clothes and changes.
I gasp, frozen to the spot.What the heck just happened?
If I hadn’t seen him do it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. One minute, he’s standing there; the next, he’s a bear on all fours, charging into the woods.
“Oh my gosh,” I whisper as I spin on my heel and run back into the house.
I lock the back door after me. My breaths are coming out harsh and fast, and I know that I’m close to hyperventilating.
“What the heck was that? What do I do now?”
I look around the kitchen and scramble up the stairs and into my room. I dive onto the bed and call Cameron, praying she picks up.
“Frankie? Are you okay?” She asks in a panic.
“I am, but Gunner isn’t.”
“What? What happened?”
“He… he… He’s a bear!” I blurt out. “Oh my gosh, Cameron, I know that I sound crazy, but I swear to god that I saw him become a bear. This huge black bear, but he couldn’t have, right? Except he did, and all of his clothes are out there in the snow, and I saw it,” I babble on.
“Calm down,” she urges me, and I let out a hysterical laugh.
“I can’t. I need to get out of here. Can you come get me?” I ask her.
“I can, but just wait, Frankie. There’s something that you need to know.”
“What’s that?” I ask, already standing to start packing up my bags.
“He’s a shifter.”
I freeze.
He’s a what?
“A lot of people in town are. Davis is a wolf.”